Morning Breaks

The following poem was inspired by Big Head Todd and the Monster's song "Bittersweet".  It's about growing apart, together.

Morning Breaks

Morning breaks.

A new day,

And I can't shake this thought 

of a tomorrow and a thousand yesterdays;

When your jokes become stale

and I resent who you are,

because our love rides a gray plateau of mediocrity,

What then is our reality?

You will cling to a hope, a prayer,

And I will wonder if you really care;

that things will change - or worse - remain the same.

My cool indifference will hurt like hell,

as from grace I fell

down the hourglass of sand,

I'll refuse to reach out my hand.

Patience will wear thin,

because we won't understand anything.

We'll be left with resentment,

for we fell out of love,

and time is spent wondering what happened

to our contentment;

to the tomorrows we dreamed of yesterday.

All those I love yous gone astray...

Yesterday's mutual embrace of growing old

together with dignity and grace,

lies somewhere in the swirling mist of this place,

as morning breaks.

~Denise A. Hinckley, 2008: All rights reserved